Beedie - Paid Dues (The Reunion) lyrics

[Intro] Uh, The Ill Spoken 2008 sh** (Ahaha) We had to take it back P Dub and Easy Mac [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Life changed since the old days how it all used to be The buffoonery, and dreams of buying j**elry The cla** can't learn 'till a student teach I gave a lecture wrote a stupid speech Back in the days The Ill Spoken riding ATV's Performing on TV there at JPB It was 4 years ago seemed like so long In the attic smoking coming up with dope songs Never knew I'd be a star back then I was trying to get money for a car back then I just wanted to record back then Never had a lot to do we was bored back then All them day's at the Shadow Lounge selling tickets getting shows We was trynna tell the world we was the next to blow Even beef with some dudes up in Canada Had a little battle spit our bars in the camera We stayed up late making mix-tapes That we gave out trying to get our name out Doing shows no one knew us They would boo us, knew that when we grew up They be asking for a verse I'm blowing back dutches Still got love for my dudes on rap mullet Man that grind was tough we wasn't getting far Still rolled up to show's with more cars than people in attendance Most of the people they were people we was friends with The best sh** but, it got expensive when we couldn't sell tickets Wasn't doing much but trying to be the illest At your crib smoking weed and raps Grinding hard, cause music we believed in that We had some differences yes, but for real we've been blessed You the homie man I wish you the best [Hook: Mac Miller & Samples] Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real I remember way,way back in the days Every aspect is vivid, (the Ill Spoken) Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh) Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken) I never thought that we would make it up this far (Beedie) [Verse 2: Beedie] Life a times, that we recharge Fresh out the weed jar, run that bih like a seesaw (haha) Been 3 years since we dropped a song Got me thinking 'bout them days that we talking on Staying, up hella late 'till we pa**ing out Just trynna face a 8th Jimmy pa** the loud At my mom's house Point Breeze north south Circle room smoking yo, we blow the back porch out Mac was still in High School, While I was at the day job Afterwards we lingered for, attracted to the stage y'all Most them cats hatin too, face who wanna face off Stories like "ey, sup" Boy I'll tear your face off From a fantasy your getting on We had the Talent and Drive, like we just can't go wrong Can't forget our first video, from any raw Quality was really raw But them kids was really haaard (word) We made it catchy, like we blocking Gretzky Nowadays you couldn't miss me like the cost is risky Dreams turn to business, business turn to paper Turn the pages of the book and watch us turn to something major And always puttin' labor, even if they try to label us With elements to change the game call the labels up And we was naive probably got soy loadin' up business for the quality From freestylin' we kneel, to watching you up on TV studying how it be doe You my man, seen a real up and down the starter Second hand give me unique respect of on it And when you signed with Rostrum Made me realize this sh** was real and I ain't lost No bridge that I ain't cross And we some kings, I'm mom's Capricorn Til the castle gone, we Ill Spoken [Hook: Mac Miller & Samples] Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real I remember way,way back in the days Every aspect is vivid, (the Ill Spoken) Paid dues, we gon' make y'all feel this Kiss lips and spit the real (Yuh) Drop flows that is hot fa'sho (Ill Spoken) I never thought that we would make it up this far